Chapter Six
(Updated)
Disclaimer: I don't really understand why I must state the obvious but here you go; I don't own Criminal minds
"How can you tell?" JJ asked squinting at the photos.
"See how the lines aren't really straight, no professional would make such a permanent mistake"
"So in other words there's no way to trace this to a pacific tattoo parlor" JJ stated with a bit of sarcasm.
"But we could have Garcia try and see who's bought the tools needed for this"
"I'll call her" she said dialing "hey Garcia could you see who's bought tattoo tools with in the last three months"
"Got it!" The hacker said, JJ could hear her typing away.
"When you're done tell me and Hotch your findings"
"I've set up the tip line" Captain Stansin told Hotch as he and Reid entered the station
"Have any useful tips come in?" Hotch asked.
"Not really half the callers are hysterical parents. Why did you send your agents to three different schools, now we've got thrice as many cops reassuring people then we do on the field"
"There's a reason we did that" Hotch said before his cell started ringing "Reid would you explain whale I get this"
As Hotch walked away Reid started to talk "we think the Unsub works at one of those schools"
"If he does then you've just told him all we know!"
"The Unsub is narcissistic he sees himself as a god who deserves worship so when the people start talking ill of him he'll become reckless"
"So you want him to ether kill or kidnap someone else. Just so you'll have a change at finding him" rage was pouring off Stansin in waves as he said this.
"We don't want him to hurt anyone but we have to find him to stop him"
"Sorry Hotch the number for who bought tattoo supplies is not small there are over a hundred in the last month alone" Garcia told Hotch over the phone.
Hotch rubbed his brow "is there any way to narrow it down?"
"I can try…Hotch you wouldn't happen to know if getting a tattoo removed is painful, would you?"
"I have no idea Garcia and don't forget to find what the all the girls have in common"
"All right: So narrow it down and find what all the girls shared. Got it"
Hotch closed his cell and walked back to Reid and Stansin.
"So the man painted on my back with weird permanent paint that hurts?" Penny asked Morgan, trying to understand what a tattoo was.
"Yeah kind of" he paused "do you want to get rid of it?"
"I thought it was permanent and permanent things don't go away" suddenly she smiled "take me to the park! I saw one on the car ride here. Let's go, let's go, let's go!" She pleaded tugging on his arm insistently trying to pull him out of the hotel room.
Morgan thought about the pros and cons.
Con: if they went the Unsub might see her follow them then he would know where she stayed.
Pro: it might take some energy out of Penny so she'll stop bouncing off the walls, it would make her very happy, and if Garcia saw a very happy Penny she herself might lighten up.
"Okay" Morgan finally answered
"Yay! Oh, oh, can Ms. Penelope come to!?"
"You can ask her" Morgan said dialing then handing his cell to Penny.
"Hello?" Penny asked the phone nervously wondering how this would let her talk to Penelope.
"Penny, is that you" Garcia's voice asked over the phone.
"Oh my gosh how are you doing that!" Penny quickly looked around the room "you're not here but I can hear you!"
"The magic of phones, is there a reason your calling?"
"Oh yeah, Mr. Derek is taking me to a park and I want you to come with"
"Is that a good idea with your back hurting?" Garcia asked worried
"It's a great idea!"
Garcia chuckled "all right I'll come. See you in fifteen"
"Okay!…where's fifteen?"
The Unsub couldn't believe his eyes. Right there only a few feet from him was his little disobedient angle, next to her was the odd woman and a man he faintly remembered seeing at the airport. The trio were playing on a playground like there wasn't a care in the world…like he couldn't take back his angel. The Unsub ground his teeth, everyone was talking about him; how weak he must be to prey on little girls, how horrible he was for making the kids trust him them misuse that trust, they said other things that all boiled down to this: he was an evil, sick, senseless, criminal.
"Uh, excuses me" a little boy said politely "could you get my ball for me?" he asked pointing at a spot in the tree over the Unsub's head.
The Unsub smiled "sure kid" he said as he retch up and grabbed the ball "here you go"
"Thanks" the boy yelled back as he ran back to his waiting friends.
'See' the Unsub thought 'I'm not evil or sick or senseless. I'm a very kind god who has chosen to walk among you. I find my angels among you to be my angel is an honor'
"Higher, higher" his little angle told the black man who pushed her on the swing.
"Not too high or you'll fly off" the odd woman laughed.
The Unsub chuckled darkly "have fun playing with the clay I'll take you back soon my little disobedient angel"